fell in love with his body

After breakfast, Feng Chuxuan was thinking about how to talk to Qiao Junwu.However, before Feng Chuxuan could speak, Qiao Junwu spoke first.

"Come with me to the studio." The man's deep and magnetic voice sounded.He naturally took Feng Chuxuan's hand.

Feng Chuxuan was brought to the studio by him.I don't know what inspiration he has today?However, before he spoke his inspiration, Feng Chuxuan decided to act first.

"Mr. Qiao, I...I also want to draw." Feng Chuxuan looked at him sincerely.

Qiao Junwu was taken aback when he heard this sentence. This was the first time Feng Chuxuan made such a request on his own initiative.He returned to his calm look, raised his eyebrows and asked him, "What do you want to draw?"

"I want to draw you!" Feng Chuxuan smiled mischievously at him, the smile on his face was so innocent, no matter how clever Qiao Junwu was, he would never have guessed that he was just doing the task on the app.Qiao Junwu mistakenly thought that Feng Chuxuan wanted to paint for him because of his love for him.

Qiao Junwu has always asked others to paint, and no one has asked to paint him.If it was someone else, Qiao Junwu might refuse decisively, but this young man is the one on his heart.

Qiao Junwu pondered for a moment, nodded slightly and said, "Okay." He also agreed to Feng Chuxuan's request.

With his permission, Feng Chuxuan walked to the easel, and he asked Qiao Junwu to sit on the chair.Feng Chuxuan's heart trembled with his cold expression like frost and his tightly pursed lips. Such a noble and unpretentious man made Feng Chuxuan's heart tremble.

"Take off your clothes!" The roles were reversed, and Feng Chuxuan exercised his original rights.Qiao Junwu followed his will and unbuttoned the buttons one by one, revealing his perfect abs.

He had to admire Qiao Junwu, with such a perfect figure, it would be a waste of resources not to be a model.

Feng Chuxuan imitated the painter's posture and picked up the paintbrush. In fact, he had never learned oil painting at all, but, in the current situation, he had to pretend to hold the paintbrush and describe his appearance.The crooked lines, thinking and drawing are completely different things.

Feng Chuxuan was painting and painting, staring at the unsightly painting on the canvas, he couldn't help laughing 'puchi'.

"What are you laughing at?" Qiao Junwu frowned, he had an ominous premonition in his heart, always felt that he would be tricked by him.

"No, it's nothing." Feng Chuxuan forced himself to be calm, and continued to draw with the brush. After a long time, Feng Chuxuan put down the brush.

Qiao Junwu saw that he seemed to have finished the painting, so he walked to the front of the easel on his slender thighs.When he saw the painting on the canvas, his face turned ashen for a while.

"Feng Chuxuan! What the hell are you drawing?" The man's veins bulged, and his cold eyes seemed to kill.

Feng Chuxuan blinked his eyes, looked at Qiao Junwu with innocent little eyes, and whispered: "I have never painted oil paintings, I have worked very hard, look, your eyes, how well I painted them, what a vivid image! "

He was telling the truth. In this painting, only those eyes were very similar to Qiao Junwu's. Feng Chuxuan felt that it was not easy for a fledgling painter to draw such a painting!

"Where is the image? Where is this me? It's obviously a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle!" That's why Qiao Junwu's reaction was so strong. His painting skills simply made him unsatisfactory.